A/N:This is a request, warning, implied rape and abuse. I will not be writing a whole rape scene because I have not experienced sex personally, don't want to chop the story up more and I don't know what rape is like and don't want to offend others who have been, I feel like I could do that and I hope not to.

The streets were silent as the man slowly moves down the street, a small trail of blood tracking behind him. He starts to move quicker, glancing behind him every few seconds. When he finally reaches the oak door of his apartment, he swings it open and closes it quickly behind him? He slides slowly down the door, tears finally escaping as he clutches his clothes to his chest. After sitting there for a few minutes collecting his thoughts, he stands up to move to the bathroom, a puddle of blood now where he was just sitting. He moves with a wince and a hiss escapes his clenched teeth as he opens the next door. He wrenches the handle up on the bath and lowers himself into the cold water,dropping his clothes to the floor. The clear water quickly turns into a murky brown as the ice Mage scrubs his skin quickly, memories flashing through his brain.

Hurting, wet, hitting, screaming. His head wrenches to the side, trying to force it out if his brain. He grabs the first aid kit next to the bath and sets it down on the toilet cover, opening the kit and taking inventory of what isin it. He grabs the needle, thread and an antiseptic wipe and quickly gets to work, pulling the needle through the skin, eyes clenching at moments from pain. When he finally finishes, stitches messy from not being able to see properly, he looks at his blood stained hands, a sob escaping from his throat. He starts scrubbing again, harsher them before, trying to scrub away the memories.

When he finishes he slowly moved out of the tub and changes quickly, feeling less vulnerable now. He looks in the mirror, assessing his state. There was a long burn trailing down his neck and a huge bruise had formed on his cheekbone. He cleans up the remaining blood and goes back into his room and slowly curls up into the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Look at this, he wants to fight back. Grab the iron." A feminine voice says from the darkness. Gray kicks out, as his arms are grabbed and his energy is slowly being sapped away.

"Please don't, please." Gray pleads, tears running down his face and he feels an intense heat rip through him from his neck. A bone-chilling scream is ripped out of his throat and his body tenses as his back arches.

"See, thats why you don't fight back." The voice speaks a gain, adding a light, sadistic giggle at the end.

"I have money, anything else just please don't." Gray begs, tears streaming down his face, body becoming limp from the pain. They had beat him up on the way to where they were now, Gray not knowing where he was anyways. 2 pairs of hands grabbed him roughly, one man and one woman from what he could tell.

"We just want you." A mans voice says into his ears and it feels like a hot blade running through him and a loud choked sob escapes his throat.

Gray shoots up with a scream, sweat drenching his clothes. He rubs his face harshly.

'I need to get forget.' He thinks to himself. He looks at the clock next to him, noticing it was morning. 'I also need to keep up appearances.'

He gets up and moves to the bathroom again slowly. When he steps in, he almost pukes. There was blood lining the bottom of the tub, bloodied clothes on the floor and some puke could be seen around the toilet but he didn't remember when that happened. He quickly cleans up and checks his stitches. He dabs up the blood that leaked out and moves back into his room.

Strangely, he felt himself reaching to take off his clothes but he hesitates. After a couple quiet seconds, he quickly takes his clothes off and changes into his street clothes, also throwing on a scarf to cover his burn. He moves towards the door and before he turns the knob, he takes a deep breath and then steps out onto the street.

"What do we do with him now?" The female asks, blood staining the floor beneath the man on the ground.

"Dump him back in the alleyway where we found him. He won't even be able to recognize us." The other man says, a zip heard from where he was standing. A little jangle is heard and a Gray lets out a whimper of pain. The man was hitting the mage with his belt.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The other voice asks.

"Just for leverage." He replies before the belt is brought down again with a sharp slap.

Gray grips his head again, eyes clenched in pain from the memories. He looked up and sees the Fairy Tail building ahead of him. As he moves towards the building, he slowly lost speed as his thoughts race through his head.

'Would I have to tell them? What would they think? They would think I'm weak, being drained of power so quickly.' He thinks to himself silently. He shook his head and speeds up. When he heads in, he is bombarded with noise.

"Gray! Long time no see! Where were you yesterday?" Gray sees Natsu across the room, coming towards him quickly.

"Um, some things came up." Gray says cooly, bowing his head slightly.

"Gray, are you alright?" Erza asks from the bar, taking in the dark bruise on Gray's cheek.

"I just got into a small fight yesterday, you should see the other guy." Gray replied, giving a fake smile. Erza looks uncertain but just turns back to her cake. Gray hobbles over to the bar and asks Mira for a drink.

"This early? You also usually never drink." Mira says to him.

"I just really need it today." He says, a grimace on his face. He downs it quickly and he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see Lucy standing behind him.

"Hey Gray, its been a while since we all went on a job, want to go?" Lucy asks him.

"Uh sure, when do we go?" He asks while nodding.

'A job would be good. Get my mind off of it.' He thinks and Lucy gives him the details. He grabs what he needed and waited at the door.

"Am I the only too notice this but you haven't taken your clothes off at all today. You okay?" Natsu asks Gray and unconsciously, he pulls the scarf tighter around his neck.

"I don't know, just not feeling it." Natsu shrugged and Natsu, Gray, Lucy and Erza set out for their job. After some time, it soon becomes dark as they are returning home.

"We could stay at Lucy's house. Lets go!" Erza yells and Lucy protests loudly but they all walk in the direction of her house anyways. When they get there, they start organizing sleeping areas.

"Erza, you can share the bed, Natsu and Gray can choose who gets couch." Natsu glances quickly at Erza and back to Gray.

"Gray, you can have it, I have to go for a bit." Natsu quickly leaves and Gray just gives a half-hearted nod and walks into Lucy's bathroom. He lifts up his shirt a bit to look at the scar and sees the stiches fell out. Panicking he quickly scans the room for a first aid kit. When he spots one, he grabs it and sews himself up again. After, he walks out to see Natsu returned, talking in a hushed voice with Lucy and Erza.

"Hey guys, whats up?" Gray says and they all shot apart, solemn looks on their faces.

"Gray, are you okay?" Lucy asks, reaching out and then quickly retracting her hand.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asks, panic racing through his body. Did they know?

"Nothing, night!" Natsu says loudly and plops on the end of Lucy's bed. Everyone else quickly disperses and Gray walks to the couch to lay down. When he does, more thoughts invade his mind but quickly swipes them away, falling asleep soon after.

Pain, blood, heat. All race through his body at the same time, memories flashing by. Then he hears screaming.

"Gray! Wake up! Wake up!"

Gray wakes up with a jolt, body covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Gray gets up quickly and rushes to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and starts vomiting. He feels a hand on his back and he jerks away.

"Please, no more." He whispers, head in his hands and back against the bath.

"Gray, you're safe here, we promise." He hears a small voice from somewhere around him but he can't see very well because of the tears suddenly moving down his face in rivulets. He feels arms hesitantly go around him but he knows it is one of his friends.

"You can talk about it when you want." He hears Erza's voice say and he nods slightly. After a bit, they all leave the bathroom, leaving Gray alone. Gray sits there, thinking of what to do next.

'They know something is wrong, what can I do? I have to tell them, they are my friends.' He thinks, standing up slowly. He exits the bathroom, looking around to see that they left. 'Probably gone to the guild hall. Good, I didn't want them to see me like this more.'

After Gray collects his belongings, he walks slowly towards the guild hall, wondering how to face his friends. This time when he walks in, he is met by complete silence and what feels like a thousand people staring at him.

"Gray. I wish to speak to you." Master Makarov says from across the room. Gray makes eye contact with him and nods, heart racing, ready to explode. He swiftly walks into Makarov's office and sits down.

"What is it, Master?" Gray asks him, worry clear in his voice.

"What is this?" With those words, a familiar pile of bloody clothes lands on the table. Gray stands up quickly to grab them.

"Where did you get these?" Gray asks, almost yelling.

"We were worried so we took matter into our own hands." Gray's body starts trembling as the truth sets in. "Natsu went to your house last night to find out what was wrong and found this. You can tell us whats going on." Makarov slowly approaches Gray and as soon as he rests his hand on his shoulder, Gray throws himself into his arms and tears roll down Gray's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so weak. I couldn't fight them off." Gray sobs in between words, falling back into his chair.

"Its okay, you can count on us to protect you. What happened?" Gray nods his head.

"I, I was walking home. I thought I saw something weird in an alleyway and when I went in, someone grabbed me and all of a sudden my energy was leaving. I passed out and when I woke up, oh god." Gray trails off for a second. Screaming images passed through his mind.

"It was dark and I was tied down." Gray stops for a second, tensing in his chair.

"Take your time." Makarov says and Gray lets out a shaky breath.

"There was a man and a woman. They beat me up, they cut my side open." Flashes of pain shot through Gray's body. "Then, heat." Gray slowly removes the scarf, slightly sticky from blood and pus, Gray throwing the disgusting scarf away from him, it was just a reminder of what happened now. Makarov moves away and grabs some medical supplies from somewhere behind Gray and set to work on his neck. Makarov was tense but concentrated.

"They did something to me after." There was a slight pause. "I can't, I can't go back." Memories ripped through his mind. Makarov quickly noticed the tension and the cowered form of Gray, cocooning himself almost. Makarov ran to the door and threw it open. Gray could see the Master's back from where he was sitting and gets up and slowly walks to where the shorter man was standing.

"Listen everybody! There is a new mission of the highest importance. One of our own has been hurt and we need to find them! Find all you can about a man and a woman criminal duo. Move out!" They is a loud shout and a quick movement towards the door. After they all leave, Gray sees his closest friends still standing there, staring at Makarov and Gray, who was standing a bit aways from Makarov.

"Gray?" Gray's head shoots to the side and sees Natsu, standing limp and looking at him. "How could they do that to you?" Tears well up in his eyes again as he stares at his friend.

"I didn't want to say anything. I couldn't." Gray replies.

"I will find them and send them straight to hell." Erza says, stepping forward with a fire in her eyes. Lucy's eyes widen.

"You're neck." She says and rushes forward. She slowly takes in the bubbled skin, mixing with burnt flesh and blood.

"I will be fine. We should go find them." He says, stepping back slightly.

"We are always going to be here for you, okay?" Natsu says and holds out his hand. Gray looks cautiously at it.

'Come on! Its Natsu, man up.' Gray thinks and after another second he firmly grips Natsu's hand and they nod at each other firmly. The journey may be long to recovery by at least he has some friends to help him along.